She's Mine

Chapter 3

Okk so this is a tiny bit longer than the last two chapters

Hope you enjoyy

                                                                                             X

I woke up to the loud chattering of early birds, and for a heartbeat I thought I was back home, lying in our warm cottage and find Father cooking breakfast and Mother knitting the holes in my brother's sock; the fire crackling merrily and the humming of Mother's voice drifting through the cottage.

But instead of a finding a slanted ceiling, I found straight wooden boards. Instead of the voices of my family, I heard silence through the house. Save for Rowan's continuous muttering, the noise only able to be picked up by Fae. I always liked the way Fae ears were shaped; the long delicate point.

Without wanting to, my mind wondered to yesterday. To what I had witnessed and what I no longer had.

A family.

I could feel my vision going blurry, as I gripped my hair and cried. Cried and mourned. Regretted and wished. Regretted the things I had done and wished for somethings I should have done.

I shuddered a breath in, as my chest ached so badly, I could feel the hole forming in my chest, in the places where they had once filled and loved.

I remembered their faces, their lives I took for granted. And now they were gone, I realized how much I needed them. How badly their absence were affecting me.

My father was perhaps the most handsome out of us all, his hair was dark coffee, his eyes were the deepest of blue, his mouth was an in-between size, not too thin and not too full, and very light brown freckles, that looked like chocolate dust was sprinkled around his nose. My mother was the most beautiful; her hair was light brown, always let loose in relaxed curls. Her eyes were a stunning green and her mouth was full and sensuous, her nose was perked slightly up, and her cheeks were always flushed and alive.

My brother was tall and broad-shouldered. His face was cut with sharp cheekbones and jawline. His hair was curls of russet, his eyes were the also green, but deeper. I remembered the girls from our school fanning over him, as if he were a prince.

I had a small face with soft cheekbones unlike my brother's and I wasn't really sure of my lip size; I would say it was like my Father's lips. I had dark brown wavy hair, long and thick and curling slightly at the bottom; falling to near the bottom of my back.

But it was my eyes that were strange. My eyes were completely different from everyone; it didn't match Mother's or Father's. It was a bright violet colour, a ring of deep dark blue around my pupil. It was strange and most people I met cowered from it. But throughout the years, I had managed to make friends, even had some lovers. Although none of them were really that real. Most of the time, I did it for the fun of it.

When I had no more tears left in me, when all my emotions poured out with them, I looked up to see where I was. I was in my old room in Rowan's house, the walls were a deep green, which reminded me of home, and this time no pain pierced through me as if I indeed became a numb doll. There was a painting of a tree drawn on the wall; it had been painted with such precision, that it would be like staring at a real oak.

My mind flashed back to a gnarling dead forest. To a silence of death and sadness.

A forest, which I would never see again.

And family that were now gone.

The shadow's in the corner of the room began to stir and swirl, this wasn't something surprising. I had the ability to become and speak to shadows. I knew all my family's secrets, because of this gift. 

I was just a child when I discovered my gift but never told anyone. I had liked the idea of having something no one knew about. A gift that I could use to an advantage if ever needed to be.

But now it just seemed pointless to do so.

The fun was gone.

I slowly backed away into the shadows, the darkness catching on my skin and coaxing me further. Within seconds, I was merely a fragment of night. I was faster a shadow, the world stretching and bending, as I zoomed down the stairs. I didn't know why I did it when walking down the stairs was an option too. But the shadows spoke to me, the familiar tingle in my ear was comforting.

And it took less energy.

There was silence in the room, even Rowan's constant muttering had stopped. I slithered into the hallway, stepped out of the warming darkness and walked into the living room and through the attached dining room. The wooden table was smooth and unflawed, the large windows were open, allowing the sickening honey-scented breeze to drift in. The food was already prepared, but I wasn't hungry, so I walked through the back-glass door, golden swirls and curls hugging the border.

The garden was like a mini forest. Trees of every kind planted to make a colourful maze. An image of an incinerated woods flashed through my mind again and this time my heart iced over.

Its eerie stillness fell silent like everything else inside me. I turned away, to find Rowan standing on the porch.

"You're going to train without magic and with magic. And I'm going to help you," he said as a way of greeting, his voice was steady, his shoulders tight like before.

Ok?

But, I didn't say anything.

"You will first learn how to fight and defend yourself, so your magic will not be your crutches,"

Again, my mouth remained shut.

He stared at me, waiting for me to say anything. But that wasn't happening, I had no energy to say something, to engage into the conversation. I didn't want to.

His mouth was a tight line and he took a breath in. "Come, eat breakfast with me first," there was a note of urgency, worry in his voice. My heart would have ached at it, were it not for the ice coating it and the wall that it was enclosed in. I merely nodded and trudged into the mansion. I heard his sigh of relief, as he followed.

I nibbled on the yolk of the egg on my plate and sipped a bit of the tea and stopped eating, just looking out the window and waiting for Rowan to finish. Once he saw that I was waiting, he quickened and consumed the last bits of egg.

And I realised the old me would have laughed at that.

The person I used to be before my family's death. Before I had nothing to live for anymore.

I just didn't see the point in anything anymore.

I stopped caring.

Because what was the point?